As though no time has passed,As though winter never was,As though she got along quite well without us,As though she counts time in some other way and now we return,We who worried through winter blows,Worried that squirrels would chew her into chunks,Worried trees would fall, winds would topple, tides would wash away what we so lovingly built,But there she sits serene, quietly proud, more beautiful than we remembered, spreading her welcoming porches wide to greet us,Like loving arms she embraces us.Summer island home.